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" "Hear me, Blueskin," said Jonathan, restraining his choler. It was intolerable to think that he might overhear words and phrases. Some indeed carried themselves, dressed themselves even, rather as foreign visitors from the land of “Looking Backward” and “News from Nowhere” than as the indigenous Londoners they were. Hearing the approach of the rider, Mr. Stanley allowed his paper to drop a little, and scrutinized the hats and brows of their three fellow-travellers. About the Abbey and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster, hummed like an angry hive. He found the door ajar, and, to his surprise, perceived little Winifred seated at a table, busily engaged in tracing some design upon a sheet of paper.
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